Waterbirds – Tennis

Still dreamin’ of the thick and green.
Salty marsh bed by the tidal stream.
Look down the [?] sleepin’ deep in the brush.
The night brings the hush I can hear the current
Beatin’ by the leaves of the Cyprus trees.
The insects chirpin’ underneath the leaves.
When you kiss me, you really kiss me.
Tell me how-ow-oo-ow can you resist me?

Did we ever really leave?
This is all I really need.
Did we ever really leave?
This is all I really need.